Tag: Family

Dave Meador's daughter just began her senior year at Troy Athens High High, and Meador, like most parents, has started to worry about what will happen when she graduates.

Complicating the transition process is the fact that his 17-year-old daughter Maribel is on the autism spectrum, which means she will probably need assistance getting to the point where she can attend college or other postsecondary schooling, find a job or secure housing for herself.

"There's not a lot of programs out there to get young adults trained, get the skills they need and get placed in a job," said Meador, a father of four who is chairman of the board for the Autism Alliance of Michigan.

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AYFKM?  Go shakedown a church, Dave.

And THAT was "family".

In defense of Republicans who have sold out to Obamacare expansion in Michigan, Lt. Guv Brian Calley issued a letter that attempts to re-unify Republicans who have felt the knife of betrayal from Michigan's executive branch and legislature these past two weeks.  The plea to accept Obamacare "as the law of the land" frankly falls on deaf ears, and his words add insult to injury when saying there is a conservative argument for passage.

No  really there is no such thing.

And Jen Kuznicki does a fine job of pointing it out.  She breaks down into sections his screed, and analyzes the mental disconnect that is being argued.  At one point noting his argument of being a conservative:

I have always been a principled conservative voice inside the administration, but when the Governor makes a decision I will support and help implement that decision.

It is telling that although Lt. Governor believes himself to be a principled conservative voice, he uses the word `but', as if he knows it is not a principled position to stand with the Governor on this issue."

Its a sad day when the poison from our own flag bearers can so corrupt the conscious decisions of those who would otherwise be considered conservative to a point where they are no better than those who pass all manner of progressive policy.  Its hurtful to watch grown men insinuate that they HAVE TO back such heresy for the good of the party.

The secretary of state requires candidates to complete their POST-ELECTION CAMPAIGN FINANCE COMPLIANCE STATEMENT before assuming office. the bullet points read:

• This form must be filed by any candidate subject to Michigan's Campaign Finance Act who is elected to a state, county, city, township, village or school office. The form must be filed before the candidate assumes office. Exceptions: an elected candidate whose Candidate Committee did not receive or expend more than $1,000.00 during the election cycle is not required to submit this form. In addition, this form does not have to be filed by an individual elected to a U.S. Senate, U.S. House or precinct delegate position.

• An elected candidate who is required to file a Post-Election Campaign Finance Compliance Statement must submit this form to the filing official designated to receive the elected candidate's campaign finance disclosure filings.

• An elected candidate subject to the Post -Election Campaign Finance Compliance Statement filing requirement who fails to submit this form prior to assuming office is guilty of a misdemeanor.

• If you need information on your current compliance status under the Michigan Campaign Finance Act, contact the Michigan Department of State's Bureau of Elections and/or the appropriate county clerks as necessary.

One might presume that failure to do so would exclude a candidate from assuming their elected position.

According the to BOE, Republican majority leader Randy Richardville filed This (image at right - click to view full sized) as his post election compliance. So naturally one might assume all is done, and properly.

In the continuing search for solutions without apparent problems, the lovely and talented Gretchen Whitmer has done it again. Our erstwhile attorney-general-wannabe has taken laptop in hand, not to play solitaire, but to craft legislation that will permit 12-year-olds to get personal protection orders without telling anyone!

Here's the background -- when children have legal rights to pursue in court (if injured in an accident, for example), they sue through a device known as a "next friend." A next friend is a person who acts on behalf of someone who lacks the legal capacity to act on his or her own behalf. When a child brings a lawsuit, typically a parent or close relative will act as next friend. In many courts, the term "guardian ad litem" (meaning guardian for the litigation) is used.

Personal protection orders are authorized by Michigan law when a court determines there is reasonable cause to believe that the person to be restrained (the "respondent") may commit or threaten to commit an act of violence against the person seeking the order (the "petitioner").

PPOs are available to restrain a spouse, a former spouse, an individual with whom the petitioner has a child in common, a person with whom the petitioner has had a dating relationship, or an individual residing in the same household as the petitioner.

If a child needs a PPO, then the child -- who lacks the legal capacity to sue -- needs an adult to serve as his or her "next friend." Makes sense, right?

Cue Gretchen Whitmer.

The GOP House minority continues to sponsor and introduce legislation, to work behind the scenes and to try to figure out some sort of positive solution to this tax-hike / budget mess.

We rarely hear about that in the MSM.

Being a member of a legislative minority makes it tough to garner headlines. But they're working hard and they're trying to make a difference.

This week I spoke with freshman Representative Kenneth Kurtz (R-Coldwater).

Interview after the break...

I went to Immaculate Heart of Mary elementary school in Detroit, graduating from the 8th grade in 1971. A Catholic school, attached to a Catholic church. There is still a mass there -- one mass-- on Sundays, but the school now appears to be a public school academy, also known as a charter school, for grades 3-5.

Looking around, I was amazed at how small the school seemed, particularly since there were eight grades when I went there, two classrooms for each grade.

The statue of the Virgin Mary has been moved from near the school to a spot near the church, about as far from its previous location as it can get. Have to separate church and state, you know.

When I attended IHM, all of the students came from the immediate area around the school. Most kids walked to and from school, some rode their bikes, and a very tiny percentage were driven by their parents. Now, I saw very few students walking after school, almost all of them leaving on several school buses. And there are no bike racks.

Driving by my old house (which we left in 1977), I was struck by how many of the homes have iron bars on the doors and windows, in a neighborhood where we used to leave the doors unlocked. I also noticed that a fair number of the trees are dead, perhaps victims of the emerald ash borer, but dead nonetheless, and the neighborhood's appearance, which couldn't take it, suffered further.

Some things were the same -- the trees by our house were still there, including the one I tried to chop down with a 7-iron when I was quite young. We lived on a corner lot, with a detached garage and a fence running about three quarters of the lot along the side. Much of the fence was gone, and the garage looked unusable. The garage windows were boarded up, I couldn't tell if the garage door was functioning, and the entry door was just gone.

One improvement that, in my mind, diminished the lot, was the side street, which had been paved. Growing up, that was a dirt road, and the opportunities for imaginative play were unlimited. When we played baseball, we drew the bases in the dirt, and the area behind my garage was the bullpen (which, unlike a major league bullpen, you had to jump the fence to get out of). We burnt leaves there, after piling them as high as we could for jumping-into purposes. We played football, marking the line of scrimmage and first down lines in the dirt, and we even had our own version of Olympics, consisting of races, high jumps (into piles of leaves), and long jumps, the results of which were also marked in the dirt.

In all, looking at my school and my home, I experienced a great sense of loss. Things that had been constants as a young boy -- my home, my church, my school -- have changed irrevocably, and not for the better. A sizable number of the homes in my old neighborhood are boarded up or burnt out, including the homes where some of my friends lived.

Is this the natural course of things? The house my dad grew up in isn't even there anymore, and my old house is on its way. Will my son and daughter see the same thing happen to the house we live in now? What can we do to stop this cycle?

Our old neighborhood in Detroit deteriorated because of crime and declining property values. People who cared deeply about our neighborhood and our neighbors moved out, replaced by people who didn't care as much. Our Catholic parish, a focal point of community life, declined in importance as the community changed. The school closed, and masses declined from 5 or 6 a weekend to one. The school now seems like just a building to be rented, and Mary's statue has been removed to a distant location.

God, family, neighborhood. These are the things that bound us together, made us strong, and made life in our corner of Detroit a wonderful thing. I knew everyone for blocks around. We rode our bikes and placed baseball from breakfast to dark in the summer, all without a parental escort, cell phones, or play dates. Now, I am ashamed to say that I don't know that many of my neighbors, and my kids leave our sight under tight restrictions and always with their cell phone tethers.

I certainly don't have answers for the problems of today's neighborhoods or our impersonal, isolated existences. Mostly, I just wanted to get these thoughts down. But it occurs to me we have lost the common, unifying themes of American life -- God, family, neighborhood. In the name of diversity and tolerance, we celebrate our differences, but downplay our similarities. We trumpet our divisions, but silence that which unites -- or united -- us.

It's too bad we can't simply ignore race, creed, or national origin. These things are almost always irrelevant to any decision that needs to be made, and they are irrelevant to any consideration of the worth and value of a human being. The more we focus on them, the farther we drift from our American ideal, that all men are created equal and endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights.